Quinn
God, what did I do? Why couldn’t I control my jealousy, why the moment they mentioned the word ‘mate’ and did not deny that it’s exactly like in those books I used to read in high-school, I kind of blacked out with rage? I have no idea. But the thought of someone else, not me, putting a claim on them, stealing them from me for no other reason than because some higher power said so?
Something dark and twisted, and ugly as f*uck grips my insides even now and I can’t, for the life of me, let go. Grey and Mark, they are mine, damn it, only mine, not some stranger’s. And I don’t care if I’ve known them for such a short time or that I am moving too fast, or that they haven’t even said they want me for forever. I don’t care, I will find a way. I may have failed in many things in my own li
